I saw this word and this chapter wrote itself in my head in, like, ten seconds. Scarred Sword Heart's request just compounded the need to be written.
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Shenanigan
-noun
Mischief; prankishness.
Kenshin snickers. Sano is never going to know what hit him.
"You got the rice flour?" He whispers to Kensei.
"Here it is, Grampa!" Kensei whispers back. "Can we begin Operation Squinty Eyes?"
"Yes we can," Kenshin says. The apparatus is now in place, and the angles have been carefully calculated; there is an anticipatory gleam in his grandson's eye that does Kenshin's heart good.
"Target approaches!" Kensei hisses. "I repeat, Grampa, target approaches!"
"Assume attack position!" Kenshin whispers back, hefting the blowtube in one hand. He trains his ki sense on the man coming up the drive, anticipating just… the right… moment—
Sano enters the kitchen, innocent as a lamb to the slaughter. "Hey Kenshin, the Kitsune says—"
Things happen very fast.
Sano slips in a puddle of cooking oil, catching himself on the counter, and the thick wad of wasabi smeared there. Kenshin darts forward and blows a puff of rice flour directly at Sanosuke's face.
In an instinctive gesture, Sano reaches up and rubs his eyes with the back of his hand to clear them of the irritating powder.
Then the wasabi hits him, and he howls.
"I'm gonna murder you damn redheads!" He howls, stumbling blindly to his feet. "Shoulda known better than to let you spawn."
Kensei, small and defiant with his hands on his hips, looks up at Sano with triumph written large on his features.
"Who's got squinty eyes now, Rooster-Brain!"